AN:
Hey, potential readers!
So, this is my first story published on , so i'm crossing my fingers that everybody doesn't hate it immediately! so, basically, this first chapter is just a teaser to see how it goes. I've got way more written and my writing quality DOES improve over time, so future chapters should be much better. PLEASE review!
S'chn T'gai T'Sreil sat in a large armchair, her back straight and her expression blank, reading a history book retelling the details of Earth's second World War, analyzing the cause and formulating an acceptable diplomatic solution ending in zero casualties, two additional alliances, and the prevention of worldwide debt.
She closed the book and replaced it on his desk when she heard a knock on his door. The light quality of the knock and the lack of heavy footsteps proceeding it indicated the arrival of his mother, and she stood to open the door.
"Your father wishes to speak with you," her mother said in a quick voice, barely containing her obvious excitement.
"Very well," she responded evenly, her tone replicating that of his father perfectly. It was smooth and calm, free of anxiety or overwrought emotion, despite the common prospect of teen-age inhibiting judgement.
She followed her mother into the sitting room, where a very tall Vulcan man sat, drinking a cup of something and tapping a padd. He looked up and nodded for his daughter to sit, to which she obliged and waited for an explanation.
Nyota squealed from behind him and bounced lightly in excitement.
"Oh, just tell her, wouldn't you?" she said, gesturing frantically to T'Sreil, to which his father looked up at her once more.
"You have been accepted into Starfleet's youth program."
T'Sreil's eyes shot up, failing to hide her surprise at the announcement. She had applied to the program months ago, and when the letter did not arrive, they assumed she had not been accepted.
"The letter was sent to our old house instead!" her mother explained quickly; they had recently procured a house of their own on Vulcan, previously staying with Spock's parents.
T'Sreil regained her calm, rationalizing that if the admissions date had remained the same, that she had four days, seventeen hours, twenty-three minutes, and thirty-two seconds until she was due to check in.
She stood briskly from the table and walked to her room to begin packing.